Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.